I said “Not here” to Eric, and he grudgingly left me to get into my car, and he hurried to his. The trip home took literally forever, but I final...y pulled into the driveway, while Eric parked across the street, in front of the neighbor’s house. I opened the front door, with Eric close behind me.I turned quickly, smiling at him as my skirt flared out, letting him get a full look at my body in the soft light of the single lamp in the corner. He advanced on me, and I began to retreat, making it. I steped over the faint stain on the floor from where our would-be murderer was mauled to death by my little 'children'. Its impossible to get blood entirely out of the carpet it turns out. I've lived in this apartment for years alone, and by now walking around in total darkness is simple, let alone with the faint light provided from outside. Finally, I arrived in the bathroom, and stared for a moment into the inky blackness. With Mitzi paying rent (and a few of my bills by now...), I no longer. Pamela Sanchez-Lopez approached me early in the afternoon about a session in the Cleaning Manager’s office. Since I didn’t have anything terribly urgent to do, I agreed to meet her in half an hour’s time at the basement elevator doors.Pamela had a lovely personality and we would have had a great time together if it weren’t for a physical impediment. She had huge, prominent buttocks and, unless she was reaching behind to pull her butt cheeks apart, it was impossible for me to get any depth of. " She was a VP of project 92 and ruled with an iron fist. I would say she was around her mid-forties, she had some sticks of gray in her dark hair which she wore in a bun. Her body was firm, since she worked out an hour a day in the company gym. But everyone tried to stay away from her since she had an acid tongue. Anyone in the hallways that saw her coming would quickly step into a open door. I wonder what power she held since even the CEO and Board Members seem afraid of her as well.One day.